Tag: Paris

Today is a good day. Not only is it Friday, and a sunny Friday at that; today also marks four months since I started my job in Paris. This doesn’t sound like much of a milestone, I realise – but the significance of this four-month-anniversary is that it marks THE END OF JOB PROBATION. That’s... Continue Reading →

In the spirit of the occasion, I thought it was high time I made a confession of sorts. Contrary to the impression you may or may not have gained from my blog thus far, this anglaise is not, in fact, a lone adventurer. *Cue dramatic music.* Not on these particular adventures, anyhow. No, there is,... Continue Reading →

Happy Mardi Gras! And it’s certainly gotten off to a happy start – in honour of the date, my team gathered this morning to enjoy a communal breakfast of light, sweet chouquettesand fresh brioche, one dotted with raisins, the other with chocolate chips and both still deliciously warm from the boulangerie. Mardi Gras (translating literally... Continue Reading →

I wanted to talk about this because it’s something that I’ve become particularly aware of – and thought a lot about – since moving to one of the most tourist-lauded cities in the world.* A couple of weekends ago I spent a very pleasant afternoon at the Louvre and on my day off earlier this... Continue Reading →

Okay, I promise this is the last of the cheesy Christmas song post titles. BUT the walk to work this morning was like journeying through something of a winter wonderland and I just wanted to share a couple of the photos I took along the way. I was never getting to work on time anyway, ploughing through... Continue Reading →

My delight with yesterday’s snow ("Let It Snow") was short-lived: the walk to work either side of the metro this morning was enough to see to that. It has been snowing all day without reprieve, but none of those lovely big fluffy flakes today; instead it’s been hours on end of that fine stuff that... Continue Reading →

Il neige!! Or at least, it did this morning: big, fluffy clumps of white flurrying past the window for a whole three hours or so. It was a beautiful sight from my sixth-floor apartment. I love the view from my windows anyway - the blue-grey rooftops and terracotta chimney pots are about as typically ‘Paris’... Continue Reading →

I met up with my French friend earlier this week - incidentally, the sole Paris inhabitant I knew before I arrived. He’s not actually from Paris, rather he hails from Renne in Brittany; an anchor tattooed onto his ankle represents his Breton roots. I’ve teased him more than once for being a walking cliché when... Continue Reading →

Happy Friday tout le monde! I don’t know about you, but this week has flown by for me. Not that I’m any less pleased about it being (practically) the weekend! And I’m going to celebrate by telling you about this absolutely FAB place I discovered last Friday. I say ‘discoverÀed’… It was discovery by way... Continue Reading →